The Crow Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

My men rushed forward, finishing it off with blades and bullets. The last one was faster. It made it halfway up the stairs before I caught up. I grabbed it by the neck, slammed it against the wall, and squeezed until I heard the snap. It went limp in my hands. When its body hit the floor, something fell out of its clothes—a small black token and a notebook. I picked both up. The token had a crow engraved on it. “Black Crow,” I muttered. Lyndon came closer, wiping blood off his hands. “Black Crow? That’s a group that got wiped out years ago, right?”

Kieran fires arrows into the horde, but they dissolve and reform. “Fall back!” Ryland orders, decapitating a shadow wolf. “To the tomb!” A warrior screams as a tendril of mist drags him underground. The gray-eyed crow swoops low, its gaze mocking. *“Pathetic,”* it hisses with the Trinity’s voice. *“Your Alpha abandons you.”* Ryland snarls, hurling a dagger. The crow dodges, vanishing into the fray. “Hold the line!” he roars. “For the pack!”

"It's simple: either you beat me, or you let Utopia disappear from Western Europe." Upon hearing this, the Crow's legs turned to jelly. He tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "My King, give him some face. Just drink a little; he can't expect you to finish all eighteen bowls, right?" I raised an eyebrow. "What do I have to fear? Didn't you just say that Utopia is strong enough to compete with the Python Gang? If that's the case, why should I give him any face?" The crow had no choice but to come clean. "Ancestor, ever since you left Utopia, our gang has been on a downward spiral. I’m not afraid to admit it; the Python Gang could crush us with just a flick of their fingers."

“I won’t be dealing with the likes of you. Anyone who can help pull this club out of the pile of dog shit it’s been rolling in has a chance. I don’t give a fuck what color their skin is. You would have killed that baby’s aunt and allowed Kiley to go to a cho-mo. The only nigger I’m looking at is you and that includes anyone who wants to side with you.” I look around again. “If you do, get the fuck out now.” All attention is back on me. “If you plan to stay, you need to know a few facts about exactly who we are. It’s time we begin living up to our name.” I take my cut off and turn it around so everyone sees the emblem. “We’re Crows—a tight-knit family. Loyal. We protect our territory. Like a

"NO ... NO ... NO !!" the sound of a crow. I was surprised to hear the sound, and made the hairs on my neck stand up. “Huh, crow? I should how? I'm afraid!" I said panicked. I remember that crows are friends of vampires, which is why I was afraid. Not only that as a child I was attacked by crows for no reason. That's why I was scared and plus this isn't my world, I'm in my own novel world. The crow in my novel world is a vampire friend, the one who always reports to the vampire leader is a black crow like the crow in front of me right now.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the